Music is a friend of mine. I met him long ago when I was still fresh and innocent, had not a care in the world, and was incredibly stupid. We were more acquaintances than pals, and when I passed him I... [+]
I remember when I moved to Utah.
I had gotten in the moving van, stepping off the road of my childhood home for the last time. Now, I hear the hammering thrum of the vehicle drive away, my... [+]
The world’s story is an intricate
painting, a mix of yellows and blues... [+]